Just finished up most of the comics I grabbed in Pittsburgh a couple weeks back—Lucy Knisley’s graphic memoir Relish was a lot of fun, felt very, very familiar. Debbie Drechsler’s Summer of Love made me feel nostalgically blue about teen angst; it was pretty good at vividly taking one back to those times (beautifully drawn too). And Renee French never lets me down (well I mean she does, but in a good way…I’m a huge fan of her visual style). The Ticking was definitely her usual stuff, beautiful and sad and that rare balance of spare but un-squeamish about everything.

Now I’m rereading A Song For Arbonne because I feel like comfort food in book form! I took a hot shower late last night after getting in from a harried flight to my city’s first cold weather, put on PJs, and curled up under the covers with it after drinking some Butiki Coconut Cream Pie tea, yum. Bliss.

The Lowland by Jhumpa Lahiri, If You Could Be Mine by Sara Farizan, Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell. Tea lately has been very slapdash, just some basic Irish Breakfast or some quickly made Sencha from Peets.

Just started “Mooch” by Adam Palmer. (Tagline: Get the money, get the girl, get it all for free.) Light comedy, I think—but those of you who NaNoWriteMo (did I moosh that together correctly?) might be interested to know that this is a NaNo project.